It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 19

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HARRY’S POV

             Just before I could say a thing, an apology, an explanation or whatever damn thing, she popped a pill bottle and jugged it down with bottled water resting on the night stand next to her.

            She lay back down again, staring at the ceiling. “That’s for the headache.” She explained without looking at me.

            “Oh, okay.” I propped to my side to look at her.

            Then, silence ate up the entire place. Very minimal sound from the streets was able to reach the entire room. I watch her blink her eyes with her both hands rest on her stomach. What is she thinking about? Is she mad at me? Should I leave now? Why is she so silent, so distant? Fuck this shit; I don’t know what the hell should I say?

            She continuously shifts her head, finding the position where she’ll rest comfortably.

            “Here.” I managed to offer my arm as to how she woke up, resting her head on it.

            “No,” she protested sweetly, how can you not like someone… like… like her? “It’ll get numb.”

            “Just, just try.” I insisted. She gazed at me for some seconds, before lifting her head up, allowing my arm to be her pillow. “Better?” I asked, cocking my other eyebrow.

            “Uhmmm.” She responded while placing her bottom lip in between her teeth, hiding her smile.

            “What are you thinking?” I dared to fucking ask. She closed her both swollen eyes and covered it with her both hands. Fuck. I should have let her be. Keeping a safe distance and not hugging or cuddling her at this very moment. It sucks up my energy just not to drape my arms around her.

            She shook her head and spoke under her both hands. “I’m sorry, Harry.” She brings her both hands to each cheek and stare back at the ceiling. “Last night was a real mess.”

            “I told you, it’s okay. No big deal, Bab.. I mean, Lynn.” I smiled though she’s not looking at me. I just want to pull her hand into mine and squeeze it tight, letting her feel my heat, warmth and sincerity. I want to bring her face in between my hands and caress her cheeks slightly so we could match our gazes. I want to feel her face burying into my chest as I nuzzle my head to her neck or to her hair and sniff all the sweetness in her scent.

            Suddenly, she sat up straight, crossing her both legs, placing her both feet under her own legs. I sat up at once and involuntarily groaned when the sudden flow of blood circulated through my arm.

            She turned to me at once as I rotate my right shoulder.

            “Com’er.” She invited as we both moved closer. She gently grabbed my arm and sent chills down my spine at instant. She started kneading the muscle from my shoulder, down to my biceps, down to my elbow, down to my arm and finally to my hand. Fuck, is she teasing?

            I watch her with full admiration, how her hair perfectly looses its locks down her face, down to her shoulders and fuck, her cleavage is showing up. Why did I took off her shirt again? This so not good in the morning when I am damn wearing just a piece shit of clothing.